Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.